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Draco's Time	By : knj4k4 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 11363 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 12 Claiming Harry.
Before they entered the Great Hall Draco told Harry to collect Longbottom and find Vince and Greg. Harry looked at him shrewdly but complied.
The confrontation went exactly as Draco feared. Severus presented the head table with proof of his claims and Draco told them his memory, including what Quirrell/Voldemort said. The possessed man had summoned a few children to him as hostages before Dumbledore could even question him. Draco ran to Harry over where Greg, Vince, and Longbottom were conveniently congregated. He and Harry layered their shield spells and taught them to the other three who added their more feeble attempts. The other children ran around in chaos.
The other professors succeeded in pulling the children away from Quirrell and Draco understood that he hadn’t revealed that he was Voldemort. Quirrell’s possessed state suppressed his magic and he wasn’t able to hold them off without the children-shields for very long. Voldemort abandoned his puppet and Quirrell’s body degraded into dust in front of them.
Their shields protected Draco, Harry and the others from the screams of the distressed children and so they didn’t lower them until a majority of them had been ushered to their houses by prefects.
When Draco lowered the shields he noticed that Longbottom was sobbing into the combined embrace of Greg and Vince who were shielding him with their bodies from the sight of Quirrell’s dust/body.
Draco blinked at his childhood friends and they shrugged. He understood that to mean that the boy had initiated contact and they were humoring him, though Draco saw his friends shaking slightly.
Harry’s body was rocking beside him and for a moment Draco thought he was truly traumatized. Instead, Harry was suppressing his desire to investigate the dust. Draco shook his head. True Harry was 11, but he’d never reacted to traumatizing events like others. Draco suspected that his childhood had suppressed his natural fear of pain and death. When you live in an environment where you face those things regularly, it looses its power over you. That thought reawakened a slow burning rage at the Dursleys, he would need to deal with them soon.
After the Headmaster and his uncle had rung every detail of the encounter from Draco and taken the memory for pensive evidence, Draco lead Harry to the Room of Requirements, which Harry had found not too long ago on one of his excursions. In this time, Harry didn’t have Ron to drag him around or Hermione to prevent his searching so Harry had found things in the castle much earlier then in the previous time line.
“Are you okay Harry?” Draco whispered as they settled in a chair together.
He loved this. Hanging with Harry, cuddling and being together. Sometimes they simply touched without taking, sometimes Harry confided his deepest thoughts and sometimes Draco did. It was never sexual, they were 11, and Draco didn’t need it to be. His love for Harry was complete and pure at this point.
“I’m not sure. Am I supposed to be?”
Draco sighed, there wasn’t an easy answer to that.
“Well, no one can tell you what you’re supposed to feel. Whatever you feel is right for you. I’m only asking because I want to help if you need me.”
Harry shook his head into Draco shoulder. Draco loved that Harry was so much smaller then him even though they were the same age. In the other time, Harry had hated it, but this time, Draco thought Harry might love it too.
“I am confused more then anything. I mean, why did Quirrell attack you, why did he make you hate me? What’s the point?”
Draco shivered, he was about to take a chance. “Do you remember what he said to me? ‘Lucius my favored servant’?” Harry nodded. “My father would never serve someone like Quirrell, the only one he’s ever served, other then himself, was Voldemort.”
Draco let that sink in. “You think it was Voldemort? But isn’t he dead?”
Draco hummed, he’d forgotten that Harry hadn’t come to the conclusion that Voldemort wasn’t completely dead yet, he wondered when that had happened in the first time.
“My father always said he had safeguards in case he died, that he was immortal and would come back.” Harry looked up at him, vaguely horrified.
“Don’t worry Harry, I’ll be with you always and if he comes after you, then we’ll stop him together.” Harry always told Draco that in the beginning he’d been terrified that no one would stay with him through it and he’d have to face Voldemort alone. He said that even in first year he’d known that it would end up him against Voldemort.
Harry smiled at him but then frowned, “you think he’ll come after me?”
Draco nodded slowly and Harry nodded with him. “Alright, then we’ll need to be prepared. That was Voldemort wasn’t it.” Harry’s eyes pierced Draco, searching for the truth.
Draco nodded, “I think so.”
“Right then we’ll need to up our practice, we only have a few months left of school and then we wont be able to do magic.”
Draco frowned, “I can do magic at the manor, it’s an old pureblood law that protects us. The ministry tracks magic by location, if you’re in a magical area with lots of wizards or even just your parents, then they cant tell who’s casting the spells.”
Harry pursed his lips at the injustice and Draco kissed his nose, amused. Harry scrunched up his nose and crossed his eyes, trying to see where Draco kissed him, as if it had left a mark. “You’re always doing that. Why?”
Draco blinked, he’d not expected to be called on it after doing it for so long. “Um…well… I uh..” he studdered and winced internally at his lack of Malfoy poise. He swallowed down his pride and blurted, “I like you, love you, and I can’t help but show it.”
He looked away from Harry’s deep eyes, unwilling to see whatever was there.
“Oh.” Draco resolutely continued watching the fire and loosened his arms in case Harry wanted to pull out of them.
“You love me?” Draco nodded.
“But…we’re both boys.” Again Draco nodded, there wasn’t an explanation. Homosexuality was accepted in Wizarding societies, probably because Christianity never had a foothold, or even a mention and the lifestyle continued on from Rome and Greece.
“And that’s okay?” Taking a deep breath Draco faced his friend.
“Its not about okay. It just is. I love you and always will, as a friend, as whatever you’ll have me as. We’re 11 and so there isn’t a lot that would change if you loved me back, maybe holding hands. It will hurt if you decide to be someone else’s, but I will always be your friend.” Draco watched Harry’s eyes in confusion, they were so deep, he never knew what the other boy was thinking.
“I don’t understand. I love you too. You’re my friend. You’re my Draco. Is that the same?”
Draco smiled, “Yea. I love you, you’re my Harry.” He kissed him on the nose again and chuckled when Harry crossed his eyes to watch him.
“Okay then, why was that a big deal?”
Draco chuckled again, “Its not, but it may be in a few years.”
Harry shrugged and shook his head, “then we’ll deal with it then.” He snuggled more securely in Draco’s arms and they were silent for a moment. Harry broke it.
“What were we saying before you got all grown up?” Draco laughed at himself.
“Um… oh yes, I was trying to think of a way you could come to see me over the summer.”
“But, I’ll be with Mr. Black this summer; I should be able to practice there.”
Draco’s body clenched briefly and he swallowed, “Right, you’re right. You won’t need me. Great!” he said in false relief.
As always, Harry caught it, “Draco, that doesn’t mean I don’t want to see you. I thought we could visit each other this summer. Are we not going to?”
Draco shook his head, “unless we can figure out a way to do it in secret then no. My father wont let me go visit you, and there’s no way he’d let you into the manor. We’d have to make due with owl’s though they may not get through if he finds out who they’re from.”
Harry sat back in shock. “I..I didn’t think. Okay, we’ll have to find a way then.” They sat there thinking for a moment. The space in front of them wavered and shivered and they focused on the space, reading their wands.
Slowly the shimmering space took form and produced a very familiar cabinet. Draco shot up, pushing Harry off him and jumping in the air in excitement.
“I know this cabinet. There’s one just like it in Borgan and Burks. I bet there’s a way to travel between them!” He turned to Harry who watched him in dawning understanding. “We need to get that other cabinet.”
Again the room provided for them and one side of the wall turned into a door. Draco watched it warily. He glanced at Harry and realized they were not dressed to go outside in February weather. Coats materialized and he rolled his eyes. He handed one to Harry who nodded and opened the door. Draco shrunk the trunk in front of them and followed.
It led inside the HogsMead.
They made their way through the pub without questions, though Aberforth winked at them from behind the counter.
Draco held out his wand arm to call the Knight bus and after a horrible thirty minute ride they opened the door to Borgan and Burk’s.
It was still open, even this late at night, as Draco knew it would be. The best time of night for disreputable places was night time. The place was busy so before they entered Draco cast a glamour on himself and a Dissilusionment spell on Harry. He felt the other boy huff next to him, though he couldn’t see it.
“Wha’ ken I be doin’ fo ye?” Borgan asked, or was it Burk, Draco could never tell.
Draco sneered at him, an expression he’d perfected in the first time, and was alien on his 11 year old face.
“I will alert you when I have need of your assistance.” With that he turned, dismissing the man, and perused the shelves. He knew how shopping at places like this went. You could never let the owner know what you really wanted or he would ratchet up the price.
He felt around him surreptitiously and was relieved when he felt Harry next to him. He pulled on the cloth he felt to make sure Harry knew to stay close.
He looked at a few of the items and allowed the shopkeep to see him look hungrily at one or two of them. He finally found his way to the books, deciding that this was the best way to get the cabinet. He pulled down a few of them, they were darker then he knew Harry was used to seeing, but they would need them eventually. Mostly Blood Rituals and dark Wards. He asked Harry in a low voice to find out if any of the ones he couldn’t read were in Parseltoung, he put the one that was on the pile.
He called over the shopkeep to take his pile to the counter. It wouldn’t do to carry them himself, no self respecting PureBlood would do menial work himself. He pulled down a few more on curses and one Healing book he found until he felt they had enough to request the cabinet.
“That be all Sir?” Borgin, Draco decided, asked, a greedy look in his eyes.
Draco looked around again and then nodded, “I expected there to be a better selection but these will do.” Borgin nodded and began checking them over with Draco so he could haggle.
He got Borgin down to two galleons on the book in Parsletounge. The others were at least 10. When the books were taken care of Draco glanced around again and said while distracted getting his money pouch out that he’d take the cabinet as well. Borgin nodded and added another five galleons to the price.
Draco put the books in the cabinet and then shrunk it.
When they made it back to HogsMead, Harry was nearly shaking with suppressed emotions.
He held them in valiantly until they made it back into the Room of Requirements before letting them out in laughter that was mixed with shouts.
“I can’t believe that. That was incredible.” Draco watched on in amusement and pride. He loved seeing Harry this way.
“Why thank you.” Draco winked at him and pulled out the shrunken cabinets. He knew that one of them was broken so he and Harry spent the rest of the night fixing it and then testing it out.
The rest of the year pasted quickly. They were so far ahead of their classmates that neither worried about their grades and other then Draco’s independent projects only worked hard enough to pass.
The professors pulled both of them aside and tried all kinds of things to get them to try in their classes.
In charms they practiced the wand movements, how they could alter then and how that affected the spell. Harry had decided to do this in classes because the teachers could correct things if anything went really wrong. In transfiguration they experimented with intent and its effect on the spells. Since they had those classes apart they would go over their results in code during meals.
Potions was together and Draco and Harry partnered and took turns working on the potion for the class and an experiment potion. Severus finally told them they could have an hour every night to come and experiment with supervision so they would stop exploding the class up.
Defence was taught by Dumbledore and neither Harry nor Draco had any desire to let the man see first hand what they were experimenting with. They saved this subject for the ROM.
Herbology was hard to experiment with during classes so they did their work while talking about experiments they could have. Sometimes Harry or Draco would catch Sprout walk by them, hear their hypothesis and then rush to write it down. They would smile at each other in pride that they were on the right track and that it was good enough for Sprout to take note of.
The year passed this way and it seemed like to short a time before they were saying goodbye on the train. Longbottom, Greg and Vince were in their compartment with them. Granger had been rebuffed by Harry time and time again, to the pleasure of Draco, though he figured that Harry would let her back in next year at least to give her a second chance.
They made plans to get together, all five of them. Harry and Draco had already made their plans. Greg and Vince would visit Draco and Longbottom would visit Harry on the same day so they could all meet at Black’s place. They decided that Dobby would alert Draco if his father was coming but it would be safer to be at Blacks if Dobby was held up for some reason. Finding Harry at the Manor couldn’t be explained away like a mysterious absence could be.
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